The Bee fell off the bed on Tuesday night. Or to be more precise, he was standing up, holding onto the metal footboard, leaned over, flipped and did a nose dive onto the floor. While I was watching him. Panic, panic panic. I was terrified, thinking of head injuries, spinal cord injuries, etc. When I picked him up he arched his back , holding his breath, cried and then passed out. Then I really started wigging. He was still breathing, and came to pretty quickly. Mr. R ran upstairs, as he could hear the fall from the office. I felt like the worst mother ever under his gaze. I called the Bee's pedi, who said he's probably fine and to bring him to the ER just to be on the safe side. We did, Bee was examined and had a head CT, which was normal. His behavior was fine and he didn't even have a bump. Not sure how that was possible. I had to wake him up at 2:30 am just to make sure he was alert and orientated, and he was. All day yesterday he's back to his usual self, and only a little redness on his forehead. Not even a bump! Little muffin, I felt so awful, but I'm just grateful he's okay. That was enough excitement for a week. Or a month.
I know Kath and Thalya are nearly neck and neck with their pregnancies, just past the middle of the first trimester when everything seems so touch and go, and the DBTs are ever present. I just wanted to say that the DBTs don't go away once they're out and home from the hospital. I'm sure every parent alive has gone in to check on their sleeping baby, just to make sure they're still breathing. I think I'd be in a shear panic if I went in and my son wasn't breathing. Because then you wonder, well, how long has he not been breathing?! It's scary business, being a parent, and I suppose anyone who has gone through ART has kinda been through a crash course of crappy scenerios (cancelled cycles, low fertilization results, early losses) to be able to deal with these kind of things. As a good friend of mine said, "That's life. Kids are going to get hurt, whether you're with them or not. " We just need to try in minimze the damage; falling off a bed is one thing. Falling down a flight of stairs is something else.
On a lighter note, any time Bee gets close to the edge of the bed or the couch, we warn him not to get too close. "You don't want to fall off and bonk your head." He sits up, grinning, and slaps the side of his head with his hand, simulating bonking, it would appear. Bonk indeed.